The Fog's Memory

"Yo, I'm sorry about what's about to happen, but I can't let you simply go after that guy like you have, those that do not belong to the 'game', should just piss off." The dark copy said before extending his hands and then crossing them.

The scenery changed. From the wide meadow on which Nearsch had stood, they had suddenly appeared in what seemed to be a huge expanse of rocks. But the rocks weren't normal rocks, no, the whole area that went on for miles looked man-made as the rocks were all cut neatly and placed on the ground.

The whole area was straight, there were no holes, no bulges, nothing, just the rocky floor and the dark sky above them.

"Where did you take me, is this inside your consciousness?" Nearsch asked as he looked around with vigilance. The fog was with him, and he should be fine unless he was fighting against a Tier V enemy, but he was, for some reason, quite stressed out.